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Fruits of Solitude

Fruits of Solitude                                                                                                                  Return to <Poems and Stuff>
 
 
                                                Sun and shadow, cloud and sky;
                                                In the clearing the spirits linger.
                                                Wind moaning across the ridge;
                                                Along the path, quick whisperings.
 
                                                A slink of fox in the milky dawn,
                                                Brown owl gliding through ocherous dusk,
                                                A powdery moon rising over lichened trunks.
 
                                                Drum of rain on the roof,
                                                Chatter of sleet against the panes,
                                                Snowflakes fleeing past the windows;
                                                Beyond the railing, a frenzy of wind-whipped branches.
 
                                                April, a mocker in the dogwoods, smiling, waving;
                                                Frowzy August, soiled, sweaty, spent:
                                                Sad-eyed and russet-sleeved November
                                                Pausing at my stoop to lay an arm across my shoulders;
                                                Ghost-shrouded February, frore-fingered, alien.
 
                                                --------------These have remained with me.
 
 
                                                                                             Fred Collins, Savannah, Tennessee
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